Prologue.

I've been talking about creating my poetry anthology, and since have developed an idea for two of them. I actually started writing poetry 12 years ago, so I noticed the dichotomy of my works. I plan to release "In Maidenform" first, which will be poems compiled from 1998-2008ish (hence, when I was unmarried). "In Maidenform" also represents the independent, somewhat traumatic, and irrevocable struggles of girls and young women to find their intrisic/extrinsic identities (this includes gender roles).

Today, I am publishing my prologue for you. It catalogues early childhood, adolescence, and part of young adulthood. And yes, I WAS inspired my Geoffrey Chaucer--don't tell D. Haawl, though.

In Maidenform, I stand---
Paned parchment, pen in hand
white light flickers through the cranny wall,
edging boulders aside--
only reinforcing why lillies hide.

With unprecented labor
beyond the epicurean fervor,
Though I'd once cried alone
no encouragement, gestures,
or kindness remained unknown.

At times, within my hermitage,
withholding the pages to repress my rage.
I am the race against time
a purveyor of pivotal worth,
my spikes carve the finish line.
The Sage have impeccable ears,
but make no mistake.
I was ostracized in a maelstrom,
a malevolent paternal wake.

I arose a woman, impassioned,
prepared to refute Pluto
who rejects me and forces sirens to be mute.
Divine serenity is the emotional ragpicker
oft lighting the compass rose.

~JEA

That's what I have so far. I wrote it about a month ago, and put it aside to go apeshit on all my latest poetic ventures.